Urban Super Medical Sage

In the next moment.

Just when everyone thought Di Qiong was finished, a Qin appeared in Di Qiong’s hands.

The Qin was called the Divine Sound Zither.

It was an Imperial Soldier.

However, even among Imperial Soldiers, there are differences.

At the very least, the gap between the Divine Sound Zither and the Bloodbath Great Grindstone was vast.

With the appearance of the Divine Sound Zither in Di Qiong’s hands, the once-quiet surroundings of the Decisive Battle Platform grew chaotic once again.

"Damn, that lady from State Yuan also has an Imperial Soldier?"

"What now?"

"Can Young Master Yi still win?"

"Di Qiong is truly extraordinary."

"That Qin shouldn’t be a match for the Bloodbath Great Grindstone, right?"

.........

"That Qin?" Yi Fu paused, then laughed, a great and loud laugh: "Di Qiong, how dare you bring out this Qin?!!! Both are Imperial Soldiers, let me show you the gap between them!"

As soon as the words fell.

Boom...

The purple-red light column atop the Bloodbath Great Grindstone grew more intense, boiling like water, frantically surging.

Endless death and the stench of blood permeated, horrifying.

The color of the purple-red light column deepened further, almost turning black.

The light within the column began to wrinkle, ripple, create waves, as if it had become explosive, twisting in slaughter.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The sound grew piercing, grand.

It seemed as if it was going to shatter Di Qiong and the Imperial Soldier in her hands directly.

Moreover, as the Bloodbath Great Grindstone grew stronger, its intimidating aura intensified, rippling through the Heavens and air, causing more than half of the martial cultivators present to swallow saliva, feeling incredibly tense; though the aura wasn’t directly targeting them, it invisibly locked onto them, their lives seemingly dependent on a whim of the Bloodbath Great Grindstone or Yi Fu.

"Hahahahaha..." Yi Fu grew more formidable, excited, more bloodthirsty, unreservedly aggressive, laughing wildly, eyes blood-red filled with thrill and murderous intent, fixed on Di Qiong, as if already seeing her about to be obliterated into ashes by the purple-red light.

"Damn!!!" In the Wang Family’s backyard, inside the thatched hut, Gao Wei cursed quietly once more, his aged face completely drained of color; he knew the power of the Divine Sound Zither well, and it certainly couldn’t compare to the current prowess of the Bloodbath Great Grindstone, the gap was still incredibly large; how could Di Qiong fight on? Surely she would lose! Surely she would die!

The crucial part was that Gao Wei, with his own hands, had sent his disciple Di Qiong down the path of death.

Gao Wei’s heart bled, he regretted immensely, unbelievably deeply regretted.

Regretting his selfishness, his impulsiveness, his lack of determination.

But now, even with all the regrets, it’s useless.

"Clearly, this battle, I have won." Wei Hui remarked with a smile.

"It’s not over yet!" Gao Wei gritted his teeth in response, though deep down, she knew it was over, definitely over, yet she clung to a sliver of hope, what if a miracle, a Divine Soul appeared?

"Hehe..." Wei Hui merely chuckled.

And at that moment.

Di Qiong seemed truly unable to hold on.

Her Qi began to falter.

She looked as if she could faint at any moment.

"You sure can endure, so let’s turn up the heat a bit more." Yi Fu sneered, and with a thought, drove the Bloodbath Great Grindstone even more aggressively.

Yi Fu’s face also paled somewhat, evidently turning up the heat cost him significantly.

After all, he wasn’t truly the Great Emperor, not even remotely close; manipulating the Imperial Soldier was arduous, and he had already thrice aggressively escalated the Bloodbath Great Grindstone’s attack power, naturally facing some backlash.

However, these injuries didn’t matter compared to the potential to slay Di Qiong, they were nothing. At worst, once Di Qiong died, he could recuperate for months or years.

Di Qiong’s death was worth it.

Shshsh...

As the Bloodbath Great Grindstone intensified its attack, the purple-red light visibly not only formed into waves and ripples but even vaguely transformed into light blades, resembling Wind Swords.

The blades and swords gleamed, shadows moved with lethal intent.

Sending chills down the spine.

And the sound of the purple-red light column’s fluctuation was even more cruel and piercing, it was as if the sharpest knife in the human world collided with the hardest bone, more ear-piercing than the friction sound of a nail against glass tenfold.

On scene, many martial cultivators already bled from seven orifices, especially their eardrums, long torn to shreds.

Looking at Di Qiong again, she appeared even frailer, like a small boat on a vast ocean, amidst a monstrous tsunami, storm, about to be shattered into pieces by the waves at any moment; that sense of helplessness, desperation, pain, tragedy, and weakness were deeply etched in the eyes of every martial cultivator.

But, just when everyone thought this battle was about to end with Di Qiong’s death.

Suddenly.

Di Qiong unexpectedly floated seated in the midst of the purple-red light column storm.

And, Di Qiong closed her eyes.

Though her face remained as pale as a corpse, though the blood at the corner of her mouth was still so fresh.

Yet inexplicably, after she closed her eyes, she conveyed a sense of calm, tranquility, a silent, breathless quality.

"What’s she doing?"

"What’s happening?"

"She’s bluffing!!! Young Master Yi, kill her!"

"Could it be that lady from State Yuan has some trump card, after all?"

"Young Master Yi, be cautious."

......

Amidst the hectic debates and shouts, Yi Fu frowned slightly, inexplicably sensing an ominous feeling.

"Damn!" Yi Fu cursed quietly, the murderous gleam in his eyes growing more distinct, as he directly attempted to manipulate the Bloodbath Great Grindstone again.

But just then.

Suddenly.

Under the watchful eyes of all.

Di Qiong opened her eyes, her beautiful gaze clear, calm, confident, detached.

Glowing brightly.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate all existence.

Her eyes fixed on Yi Fu.

Then.

Ting!!!

She plucked the strings of the Qin.

The sound of the strings was extremely crisp, like Jade Dew dripping on a jade plate, quiet yet reaching every martial cultivator’s ears, embedding into their soul, their state of mind.

It was enchanting, intoxicating.

Impossible to resist, penetrating to the bone, deeply into the Spirit Space.

Yet just this single string’s sound.

As it resonated.

A miracle occurred.

Only to see, with the sound waves of the Qin emanating from Di Qiong’s position as a center point, the waves radiating forward, where they reached, the purple-red light withdrew, screamed, wailed... and even vanished.